As soon as Sidia heard those words, she understood. She tried to help as best as possible, cleaning up and pulling her clothes back on.

“Where is he now?” she asked, voice strained with panic.

“Still at the front, but he’s calling your name.” Marcus brushed her hair down and straightened her clothes. “That should be fine. He can’t know about this.”

“If you feel that way, then how are you able to work around your oath?” Sidia asked ...